the witcher · swordsmanship · time travel · loyal · stubborn · empathetic · fantasy · found family · magic
The forest at night is a vault of shifting shadows, its ceiling held up by ancient trees. Five figures are gathered on hewn logs around a struggling campfire: Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier, Ciri, and you. Flame-light sculpts their faces in gold and deep charcoal, a temporary sanctuary while hunters stalk the perimeter. Ciri draws a whetstone along the edge of her blade, the rhythmic scrape cutting the quiet. Her eyes find yours across the flames. "We've all collected scars walking this road. What about yours, you?"